I Attempted Suicide And Now Everyone Treats Me Like A Moron!

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I'm neither crazy nor depressed (anymore), nor will I do such nonsense again. This happened 3 years ago in 2016! Now at Christmas I will make 25. I broke up then with my longtime friend, who was my first, we were friends for a long time, etc. I caught her with someone else and just lost control. She did not say in my eyes, but hid and turned me around. I was devastated to find out. I got drunk like a dog, I was alone in my apartment (I study in Sofia, otherwise I'm from another small town). And the brilliant idea came to me to throw myself that my family can do without me, and the love of my life was my meaning and I can't do without it. And I just jumped. I was in a medical coma for a month, then I woke up and my whole body ached - broken left leg, ribs, I had implants in my back. I couldn't move. The doctors told me I was very lucky, because I have no organs removed and I will be as before, and I did not believe. In less than a year I walked again and returned to my old form with a lot of will, desire and patience. Nowadays I feel perfect, I play a lot of sports, I am at the end of my higher education and I have a good and profitable job. I think I'm a handsome and smart young man, I'm definitely not with the low self-esteem of the past. I changed a few girlfriends, 3 serious, with whom nothing happened and 4, with whom only sex was. I'm not the guy who didn't accept separation. Lots of people, every train has passengers. One day I will meet the right one, now this is not a priority. I went deeper to see my point of view, because it follows what my problem really is. Our family and friends treat me like a complete oligophrenic or some depressed suicide. Because of an event that happened 3 years ago! I know that I caused them a lot of pain and this is not forgotten, but it is high time they stopped worrying about my mental health, which is excellent. I have not been sick, just every person in his life has ups and downs. My mother did not let me go back to university for a year to "supervise" me (after I had recovered). Every day he checks me several times on the phone and God forbid I pick him up, he panics. It's a shame because sometimes I'm with a girl or friends outside and it starts with the questions. She even called me during sex and it's awkward, and if I don't pick up ... I just know what's next. My father constantly reminds me of the incident like - “What had possessed you then, son? ”And“ Never repeat this nonsense, at least for the sake of a woman! ”. He says it for good, but I want the fucking thing to be in the past. I have a lot of new friends who don't know and I haven't told them and it's OK with them, but others still treat me like a cripple. They don't joke like they used to accidentally insult me, they are careful and play the role of psychologists a lot. I appreciate it again, but it's naughty. My godmother constantly sends me articles about depression, overcoming, philosophical and psychological ones and some encouraging writings, as if I am still the lollipop of 2016! I get nervous because they make me feel weak. I am a very different person since then. Even last year I came across the girl, looked her straight in the eye and smiled because I won - I did not give up despite the momentary mistake. God gave me a second chance! I took it. The other thing is, if I wanted to kill myself already, I had a lot of opportunities after that. Even in the hospital, there was a lethal amount of morphine next to me, and I could reach out and put an end to it. But after waking up, I chose to live and robbed life of a handful. So when will they start treating me like a normal person? And no, the story is not fake, please do not comment. Just help or don't hate. I can post links to you when newspapers and websites wrote about me.

Last Updated
September 08, 2020
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pussyfucker101

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